Midday Guest Chapter 30

His body temperature rose in an instant. It became difficult to distinguish whether the heat flushing his cheeks and neck was due to the weather or the kiss from a moment ago.

Yiwon, his chest heaving with his mouth parted, finally spoke.

“…You said, you were going to apply, the medicine.”

“I am applying it.”

“It feels more like you’re eating me.”

“You’re getting cheeky.”

Cha Seokjoo tilted his head toward Yiwon once again. In a very brief instant, after a breath was allowed, a deep kiss began once more.

His lips kept sliding because of the ointment. While he gasped for air with his glistening mouth open, Yiwon was pushed by the force and fell back onto the wooden porch.

Feeling Cha Seokjoo’s body overlapping his own before he knew it, he thought that the pace was far too fast.

“…Ah, too much, ugh…!”

He hurriedly tried to push Cha Seokjoo away, but it was of no use. Rather, it had the opposite effect. Cha Seokjoo snatched Yiwon’s wrists, pinned them down to the porch, and overlapped their lips again.

Yiwon’s shoulders curled inward. His knees also rose high. Fumbling, he tried to plant his feet on the porch to lift his body, but it was a futile effort.

“…Ugh.”

Cha Seokjoo’s build was too large, and he was heavy. Once he went as far as to crush Yiwon with his torso—which had crawled over him like a snake—Yiwon ended up trapped in his embrace, unable to move a muscle.

It was like the feeling of being restrained by a large beast. When the judgment was made that escaping of his own will was impossible, goosebumps broke out along his spine.

I wish I could catch my breath for just a second. Just for a very brief moment.

With that thought, he tried to make Cha Seokjoo stop, but every time he did, the man punished him by coiling around his tongue and pulling it.

“Ha-ugh… .”

So this kind of sensation could be felt from the root of the tongue.

After a stinging pain washed over, a ticklish kiss followed that teased the inside of his mouth. Tears welled up from the tingling, but soon a numb sensation made his entire body feel as if it were being pickled. He couldn’t keep his wits about him.

“…Wait… .”

He was able to spit out a very short word, but before he could pour out more speech, he bit his lips shut again.

Saliva that hadn’t been gathered flowed to the corners of his mouth, and Yiwon trembled while curling his body. This was because of Cha Seokjoo’s lips, which had touched the area behind his ear without warning.

An unfamiliar sensation—cool yet hot, feeling wet and damp yet at another moment like standing in a parched desert—wrapped around his entire body.

“…Ah.”

The lips that traveled down his neckline reached the hollow of his collarbone and opened wide. A thick tongue licked and licked the tender flesh, then left tooth marks on the protruding bone.

His body jolted. The arm that had slipped behind Yiwon’s back crawled like a snake and coiled around his body. Thanks to his breathing becoming shorter and shorter, their chests pressed together and pulled apart, creating friction.

Yiwon, who was letting out shallow breaths, felt something and his body stiffened. From the moment he felt something swelling hard between their pressed bodies, Yiwon’s movements began to become urgent.

“Wait a minute, ah-ugh… .”

Cha Seokjoo did not even pretend to hear. On the contrary, he muttered while rubbing his angry pillar against Yiwon’s stomach, which was knotted tight with tension, as if to show it off.

“Can you handle it?”

A thick tongue licked his ear. When the tongue that was tracing along the auricle licked deep into the hole, Yiwon’s body bounced off the floor.

“I expected it to some extent since you’re so ticklish, but I didn’t know it would be this much.”

“Ugh… .”

“Don’t make too much noise. The whole neighborhood will hear.”

“Wa, wait a minute.”

“Stay still.”

Cha Seokjoo gathered both of Yiwon’s hands into one and fixed them above his head. He grabbed the face that was struggling and shaking and made it look to the side.

Startled, Yiwon blinked. He tried to turn his head back, but Cha Seokjoo applied strength to his hand and blocked him from moving. The moment he saw the half-open main gate of Haeundang, his mind went blank.

It was broad daylight with the sun shining overhead. While feeling the lips descending onto his earlobe during the time he closed and opened his eyes, he struck the wooden porch with the soles of his feet.

“…Hng-ugh… .”

“Shh.”

A wet tongue licked long under his ear and pulled away. The angry pillar that had been rubbing his lower belly until a moment ago was now pressing hard against his groin. From bottom to top, top to bottom. Yiwon bit his lip at the movement of him slowly thrusting while sucking hard on the earlobe. It felt as if he would go blind from the beating sunlight.

“…This is outside.”

“Thanks to that, I’m getting to do some outdoor fucking, huh.”

The hand that had been shackling his face fell away. Ah… . Yiwon, who was tilting his head back and catching his breath, lifted his head peek-a-boo style at the vivid sensation felt in his legs.

Cha Seokjoo’s hand was climbing up Yiwon’s thigh in reverse. The movement that started from the back of the knee continued all the way into the shorts that had slid down while Yiwon was propping his knees up to endure.

“…Ah!”

A large hand thrust deep into his underwear.

Cha Seokjoo, who was kneading his round buttocks like dough, let out an absurd laugh while pressing his forehead against Yiwon’s shoulder.

“This really sticks to the hand.”

Yiwon gripped Cha Seokjoo’s wrist tight. He thought he was touching a stone. No matter how hard he pulled, the man didn’t budge.

“Why.”

“I said this is outside. The day is so bright.”

“Fucking during the day is much more delicious. Didn’t you know?”

“Ah, seriously… your hand.”

Cha Seokjoo sighed while looking at the air. The touch that was squeezing his buttocks tight also came to a sudden halt.

Thinking that he might let go soon for some reason, Yiwon loosened the strength in his hand slightly, only for Cha Seokjoo to pull up the shorts even more, exposing one buttock, and then strike it with a loud smack.

“…Ugh.”

“Why are you saying something else when you were swaying beside me just a while ago?”

“It’s because I didn’t know you would go this far… .”

“Good grief.”

Cha Seokjoo flipped over and lay down. He placed Yiwon on top of his body and gripped the fully exposed buttocks with force. Then he spoke toward Yiwon.

“If you’re going to do it, do it, and if not, get down. I won’t stop you.”

“… .”

“But once we start, I’m going to end it when I want to end it.”

Yiwon felt a pulse in Cha Seokjoo’s wrist, which he was holding loosely. The sense of speed, thumping and jumping of its own accord, did not feel much different from Yiwon’s own.

It was true that his gaze had kept going to him due to a strange attraction. A person he had only stolen glances at, sometimes with the wooden porch between them, and other times with the yard between them.

In some relationships, one must break down the walls to finally face the true whispers.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to check, just once.

Yiwon let go of Cha Seokjoo’s wrist, which he had been holding so hard he was practically tearing at it. Facing the man’s gaze that was pouring down hotly, he lowered his posture and approached him.

Cha Seokjoo’s large hand touched the area by Yiwon’s ear. Long fingers moved ticklishly while catching the hair that had fallen forward. He tilted his head, chasing the prickling sensation spreading around his eyes.

“Have you made up your mind?”

“… .”

“Should I keep doing what I was doing?”

“…Yes.”

Cha Seokjoo’s hand went under Yiwon’s T-shirt. He pressed down on the hollow of his lower back, urging him to come closer.

Yiwon relaxed his body and overlapped their lips. At the same time he pushed his tongue between the teeth, a wave of hot breath rushed in.

Cha Seokjoo grabbed the nape of Yiwon’s neck and bit down on the lower lip. Indulging in the soft lips between his teeth, he thrust his hips upward and lifted Yiwon up to his eye level.

Yiwon propped his hands on Cha Seokjoo’s shoulders and tilted his head at a slant. Meanwhile, the fingers that had been touching his waist climbed up his spine. Yiwon’s breathing was disrupted by the unexpected touch.

“Ugh… .”

“Breathe.”

When he opened his mouth slightly, saliva flowed down to the corner of his mouth. Cha Seokjoo cupped Yiwon’s head, pulled him closer, and licked it all up.

I wondered if the sensation of a tongue touching was always like this. It was rough yet hot, and the mushy yet strange feeling was so unfamiliar that he gasped, making Cha Seokjoo laugh with a rumble in his throat.

“…Hng.”

“Yeah, you’re doing well.”

He opened his eyes slightly at the compliment that didn’t feel like a compliment. Cha Seokjoo looked at Yiwon as if it were no big deal and pushed his tongue in again.

While their mouths were joined and they exchanged breaths, their positions were reversed.

Yiwon’s focus became blurred as he lay with his back against the wooden porch. While he panted with wheezing breaths, Cha Seokjoo climbed over Yiwon’s thighs and licked his lips with his tongue.

In the midst of the scuffle, Yiwon’s clothing was pulled up. A persistent gaze landed on the white body that had been hidden inside the baggy clothes.

The hand touching bare skin climbed up the waist. Beneath the chest that was heaving from gasping for breath, a sound—an “ah” that rumbled in the throat—flowed from between the teeth of Cha Seokjoo, who was gripping the side of the body whole.

“Hold it.”

The hem of the T-shirt was pushed into his mouth. After doing as he was told in his confusion, his body was in a state of being clearly revealed.

“And this, even your nipples are shaped to be a turn-on.”

Cha Seokjoo’s hand descended to Yiwon’s chest. He pulled hard on the area under the right nipple and then let go before tilting his head.

Yiwon, feeling the chill, tried to lift his upper body but was restrained. Cha Seokjoo grabbed Yiwon’s shoulder with a large hand and pressed down. The grip strength, pouring down suddenly, gave the illusion of being burned.

Ah, hot breath poured out, and Yiwon bit down hard on the hem of his shirt. Cha Seokjoo brushed aside the hem of the T-shirt with impatient hands and pressed their bodies together.

The face that had been kissing him had descended to his chest. Laughter flowed from his mouth as he rubbed his cheek against the white skin. At the breath that poured out in an instant, Yiwon froze as if his entire body had been bound.